Penumbra

Wake up feeling good 

Go to bed frequently lost in the wood 

A soldier's tale of soul winning love 

No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth 

All over now out 



Birdsong in the night 

The sound drags a net through the twilight 

Emptiness in computors bothers me 

These are the seas in our minds 

We make our own confine in time